"Thank you, Grandfather!" As King Yama, he naturally knew a thing or two about the mortal world, especially when it concerned someone so closely entwined with her fate as Damien Gray. To Morgan Shangguan, it seemed perfectly normal that King Yama was aware of Damien’s existence—nothing about it struck her as odd.
Morgan Shangguan thought for a moment and said, "Grandfather, could you give me a few more Soul Stabilizing Pills?" Though their meetings were rare, she always treated King Yama as her own grandfather. With family, there was no need for excessive politeness—formality only bred distance.
When Damien Gray had stubbornly remained in the mortal world, he’d already broken the Underworld’s rules. If he wanted to reincarnate, he’d have to accept punishment first. It wouldn’t be right for King Yama to openly bend the rules and spare him, so Soul Transmigration was the best solution.
Besides, she didn’t want Damien Gray to reincarnate at all!
She could only rely on Soul Transmigration—she could never truly forget him. How could she allow Damien Gray to reincarnate and erase all memory of her?
This time, Damien Gray could continue using his own body, so it wasn’t a concern. The Soul Stabilizing Pill was mainly for the future—just in case something like this happened again and a suitable body couldn’t be found right away, it was safer for Damien to take the pill now.
King Yama was generous, handing her a bottle of Soul Stabilizing Pills. Morgan Shangguan also brought up Susie Yun’s situation, but King Yama didn’t mind—after all, it wasn’t the first time he’d bent the rules for personal reasons!
Damien Gray followed the little Soul Collector into Yama’s Hall, where he saw an old man grinning at him with a rather indecent enthusiasm.
He simply couldn’t understand the eager look one would give a grandson-in-law. If Morgan Shangguan hadn’t been nearby, he would never have bothered with courtesy. Even now, any friendliness he showed wasn’t for King Yama—he just ignored him altogether.
"Mo’er..." Damien Gray reached out and pulled Morgan Shangguan into his arms, frowning as he asked, "Who’s this doddering old man?"
Morgan Shangguan caught the look of disdain in Damien Gray’s eyes and couldn’t help but raise her eyebrows. Although Damien could be sharp-tongued at times, he was never this rude to someone without a reason.
King Yama was so infuriated by him that he nearly jumped up. "You brat, have I ever wronged you?" He didn’t think he was a bad person! Yet every time, Damien refused to show him the slightest courtesy!
Damien Gray didn’t bother to acknowledge him at all. Holding Morgan Shangguan close, he said, "Mo’er, let’s go home." It was as if he already knew Morgan had paved the way for him, showing no concern about being unable to return.
King Yama, unwilling to be ignored, snorted coldly. "Do you think Yama’s Hall is your own house? Coming and going as you please?"
Damien finally looked him in the eye, though his gaze was far from friendly. For Morgan Shangguan’s sake, however, he refrained from doing anything truly out of line.
King Yama snorted again, magnanimously choosing not to argue with him. He waved his hand. "Go on, go on!"
"Grandfather…"
King Yama huffed angrily, "Don’t worry, I’m not mad. That brat has never shown me a kind face anyway!" Wasn’t it just because he’d once advised his precious disciple not to be with Damien? Damien still held a grudge after all these years, never missing a chance to give him attitude. It was enough to make King Yama fume, especially considering all the effort he’d spent trying to bring them together!
Morgan Shangguan sensed something was off, but before she could ask, Damien Gray was already dragging her away. In the distance, King Yama’s furious shout echoed, "You brat, you’d better not die again! If you end up in my hands, I’ll throw you straight into the oil cauldron!" He sighed inwardly—there mustn’t be a next time. If things turned out like before, he wouldn’t be able to save them.
"King Yama, about that soul…"
A high-ranking ghost spoke up cautiously. He wanted to say that the soul should have perished long ago, yet now King Yama was sending him back. If ignorance was once an excuse, this time it was a willful violation. What if those above found out—what then?
King Yama snorted coldly and asked sternly, "Were you the one who discovered he was supposed to die?"
The ghost nodded nervously. He’d thought he’d earned a great merit and might even be rewarded, but seeing King Yama’s attitude now, he feared he’d receive punishment instead.
Seeing him nod, King Yama shouted angrily, "Are you out of your mind? As a Soul Collector, don’t you know to keep your eyes open? You actually dared to drag that ancestor into the Underworld? Are you trying to bring ruin upon us?" It wasn’t an exaggeration—back then, who would have dared provoke that ancestor? Of course, except for his precious disciple!
The ghost quickly shook his head and only relaxed after King Yama stormed off. Thankfully, he hadn’t been punished. Clearly, he’d caught an extraordinary soul! Fortunately, King Yama was wise enough to send him back in time; otherwise, disaster might have struck. Next time, he’d definitely have to be more careful!
He would never have guessed that King Yama was bending the rules for personal reasons!
"Xiyan..." King Yama had just rushed out when he ran into an unexpected visitor.
With a cold snort, King Yama didn’t even glance at the unwelcome guest. He shoved him aside and kept walking.
The man grabbed his arm and said helplessly, "Just how long are you going to stay angry?"
With another cold snort, the formerly white-haired, white-bearded King Yama instantly transformed into a stunningly beautiful woman. The man before her wasn’t the least bit surprised; he simply frowned at her.
No, not King Yama—this was Immortal Xiyan, face darkened as she said, "You cast my most beloved disciple into reincarnation, and you think you’re in the right? If not for you, how could she have suffered so much?"
The man explained helplessly, "It was because she broke the immortal code and slaughtered so many!"
"She did it for your precious disciple!"
"All right, all right! I was wrong. Aren’t they happy now? I personally went to that world to pave the way for them—what more do you want?"
This man was none other than Grandmaster Xuantian, the one who left behind the treasure that set the world aflame with rivalry.
Immortal Xiyan was silent for a moment before suddenly sighing. "In truth, I know—only this way could they rekindle their fate." Xuantian truly had shown mercy.